ramble
by BRBspassky
horses gambol by, bees on their errand,
a metal soldier lays rusting in the farmers field.
sun warming my back as I pick strawberries.
you sit in the car, listening to music.
furtheraway, in clear waters,
the girls legs wade deeper.
while mothers shade their eyes
and try to find them,calling them back.
dad has gone for ice-creams.
grandmother is letting her grandaughter
read her old love letters.
he was romantic, gran.
we settle down to sleep,.
dreams begin...
Steve2006
written as aramble on apostcardto a friend, she hid it behind the couch cushions. |
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